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Chapter 1941

It was their first official encounter.

He was a towering figure, with muscles rippling beneath his suit. The silver mask he wore seemed to

cast an icy, sinister aura about him. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his lip down to his chin; it was

a grotesque sight that would likely split his face in two if the mask were ever removed.

Estelle couldn't help but speculate whether his mask was to conceal that dreadful scar or to hide his

true identity.

Sensing Estelle's gaze, Raiden turned his eyes towards her.

The eyes that peeked out from behind the mask were cold and ruthless, almost indifferent as they

locked onto Estelle. There was no hint of evasion, as if what he had done earlier to set Lambert and

her up didn't even exist.

Their eyes met, both masked, yet it seemed as if they saw through each other in that fleeting moment.

After a short pause, Raiden shifted his gaze away towards the horizon.

Estelle was puzzled; she couldn't sense any familiar aura about this man, so he was unlikely someone

she knew.

But he knew her and Gab!

Was he one of the Wolverines, unfamiliar with Gab, just recognizing her in hopes of luring Gab out?

Was his animosity towards her rooted in the knowledge that she had killed Wolverine?

All guesses seemed plausible.

As Estelle observed the broad back of the man, a fleeting sense of familiarity washed over her. It was

an odd sensation.

Where had she seen him before?

Lost in thought, Winston suddenly exclaimed, “Alvis is here!”

Estelle turned to look.

In the dimming light, two vehicles approached: a gleaming Brabus 800 led the way, followed by a sleek,

black Maybach. The oppressive air preceded their arrival.

Alvis was known for his discretion, but today seemed to be an exception.

The cars halted before them, and several armed guards got out of the Brabus, clutching heavy

weapons, standing sternly as they awaited Alvis from the Maybach.

Lambert inhaled sharply, regretting not having staged a similar display upon his arrival.

A guard opened the Maybach's door, and from the twilight emerged a tall figure. Raiden and the others

approached to greet him, but Estelle froze upon seeing the man's silhouette.

Beneath the shadowy light, the man wore a golden fox mask, revealing eyes as dark as the night and a

sharply defined jawline. His lips were a stark crimson, pursed tightly, his gaze piercing straight throughnovelbin

to Estelle.

That look, laden with suppressed darkness and tumultuous emotions, was tranquil like the calm after a

storm, as he watched her intently.

Estelle stood rooted to the spot, feeling as if her blood had turned to ice.

Even with the half-mask and the encroaching darkness, she recognized him instantly.

Her shock was palpable!

She couldn’t believe it!

Snapping back to reality, Estelle's heart pounded fiercely, her gaze meeting Lambert's with a wooden

expression, her limbs cold and immovable. New chаpter av?ilable on Drаmа?оvеls.cоm

How could he be here?

No, more shockingly, he was Alvis!

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